“I won’t become one of your White Dove’s,” I said.“Oh, so you would rather be a harlot, would you?”“I’m not a harlot, daddy... I’m a...lesbian!”You would have thought the world stopped spinning at that moment. What caught me most by surprise was the amused look Toby gave me. My father dropped to his knees and started chattering out prayers to remove the demon that had possessed me.“Tobias, take your sister to the barn and tie her to a post, we will exorcise this demon and bring her back to the. The foam that had looked so substantial between us crackled and popped on our skin, dissolving into nothing. Soft, delicate little bubbles coated us, leaving their own trail, a slippery soapiness that was meltingly sensual. My soft breasts, nipples painfully peaked, grazed against the rough hairs on his chest as we swayed together, mostly ignoring the music and the sounds around us – we had our own rhythm. Our day had been spent on the very public beach. It had been a day of flirting,. Paul started to spend more and more time chatting to people in chat rooms, most wives would have bitched about that but not me, we had been going through a slack period, sexually, we had done all the 'fuck when the time is optimum', fuck and then me stand on my head, Paul in boxers for twelve months to let the cooling air circulate around his balls. After all that it was no wonder that we had just both given up making the effort, given up loving, we shared the same bed, sere still best friends,. Sandy was clearly very experienced at fellatio; her lips and tongue adept at working a cock. She had me in so far that the head must have been in her throat. I moaned, “Fuck, you know how to suck a cock, Sandy.” She kept going, edging me close to climax but then backing off before I could explode into her throat. I could just see that she had a hand in her panties, playing with herself as she sucked me. When it was clear that I wasn’t going to last much longer, Sandy got up and turned around.